Elizabeth Yawata Whore ❤️

About Kobe

So, I’m thinkin’, whoa, this is dope—muscles meltin’, tension gone, cosmic peace hittin’. But then—bam!—some shady parlors piss me off, all sleazy vibes, not legit. Hate that crap, ruins the art! Real erotic-massage tho? Skilled hands, slow moves, builds up like Hans Landa’s tension—y’know, “That’s a bingo!” when it peaks. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be awkward, but nah, pure bliss, mate.

Prostitutes Yawata

While I’m slurping away, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re sitting right next to me, and it’s getting heated. I’m trying to enjoy my ramen, but they’re like a soap opera. The guy’s all, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m just here, trying not to laugh.

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